Leon pushed through the smoky haze of the strip club, his pulse quickening at the sight of her—Raven, the busty size queen whose curves commanded the room. She caught his eye, hips swaying like a challenge, and crooked a finger. "New meat? Follow me, darling. VIP's calling." Her voice dripped with wit sharper than her heels.
In the private room, neon lights painted her ample chest as she leaned in. "Pull it out. Let's see what you're working with." Leon hesitated, then unzipped, his 6-inch cock springing free. "What... what do you like?" he asked, voice cracking.
Raven giggled, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Usually 8 inches and up to really stretch my pussy or make my ass quiver during a proper blowjob. But you? This cute little thing earns you a handy—lucky boy." Beet red, Leon watched as her strong hand wrapped around him, stroking with expert rhythm. "Mmm, look at this tiny cock trying to get hard. Pathetic, but horny little guys like you make me wet anyway. Feel that? My pussy's dripping, but not from you—it's the thrill of humiliating this excuse for a dick."
She pumped faster, her free hand tracing her own curves. "Panting already? Sweating like a fool? I bet you'd cum in seconds if I let this sad cock near my ass. No way it's filling anything. Come on, give me that cum—show me how a small one explodes." Leon groaned, body tensing as he came hard, cum spilling over her fingers while she laughed, witty and unyielding. "There it is. Not bad for a warmup, but next time bring real size or stay home."
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